Placeholder: I am an invisible man. [...] It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. [...] You wonder whether you aren't simply a phantom in other people's minds. [...] When I discover who I am, I’ll be free. I am an invisible man. [...] It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. [...] You wonder whether you aren't simply a phantom in other people's minds. [...] When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.

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I am an invisible man. [...] It is sometimes advantageous to be unseen, although it is most often rather wearing on the nerves. [...] You wonder whether you aren't simply a phantom in other people's minds. [...] When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.

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